As I sit down to reflect on my journey through relationships and self-discovery, I am reminded of the countless encounters, lessons learned, and the evolution of my own understanding of what it means to be in control of one’s destiny.
Let me take you back to a pivotal moment in my life, a scene that has played out numerous times with different characters but with a similar script. Picture this: he arrives, fashionably late, offering apologies that seem rehearsed. I give him the courtesy of settling in before delivering my well-rehearsed speech — the end of our journey together. It’s not that he’s unpleasant to look at, quite the opposite, but his demeanor and interests fail to captivate me. As I sip my pinot grigio, I know with certainty that this is the last time we’ll share a moment together. And I have no regrets.
Fast forward twenty-five years, and I proudly proclaim that I’ve never been on the receiving end of a breakup. Despite two marriages, numerous serious relationships, and countless shorter flings, I’ve always been the one to call the shots. I’ve often wondered how many women can say the same.
Reflecting on my journey, I’ve come to realize that my ability to avoid heartache isn’t solely attributed to my appearance or confidence. Rather, it’s my understanding of what men truly desire in a relationship and my willingness to fulfill those desires while maintaining control of the situation.
From an early age, I recognized the importance of embracing the inherent differences between men and women. Men, I’ve learned, appreciate gestures that align with their primal instincts — whether it’s carrying luggage or kindling a fire. Rather than challenging these behaviors in the name of equality, I’ve embraced them, understanding that they contribute to a sense of fulfillment for both parties.
